So what is it that makes us luv someone? Why do we fall for different people saying this one here? Who is it we're looking for? When will the fiasco end my dear? Where inside of me is ur interest to be? Do u feel where it is in which angle I reside? Where is the true beginnings of goin deep? How are u in the comin of goin with a brief pause to talk n witness a face? Does luv exist here anymore? Why do legs spin on the slow walk pickin up pace? Some things jus make no sense... No one is truly in to no one... To into self n outta tune as time whips up a past... Holy shit I'm on point, imagine that... When nothin in this world is set up to last...